Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
June Days,
X-101,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.